#82

I started looking forward to my dreams
Writing my destiny in red ink,
Mind racing and hurt blown
By misery and rage.
Terrible beauty crowned,
At the end of each sweet day.
As I sweat and sing to my pillow,
I hold my breath in sweet agony.
Waiting for slumber to come
And take me far away.

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